In 1993, I was young and reckless. I lacked discipline and direction. I lacked money for college. I needed a purpose and I thought I found one. I signed on for a 6 year tour with the United States Navy. I even tested high enough to join the Nuclear Engineering program. I was set with a direction and a purpose. I was going to help my country while finding myself and my way. In December of 1993 I was going to ship out for boot camp.
In November of 1993, I went to see my recruiter. There appeared to be something missing in my paperwork. I downplayed my allergy to bees to stay in the Navy. I even scrunched down when they measured my height to ensure that I could go. When they asked about my chronic bronchitis, I told them I was getting colds frequently. What else could be missing from my paperwork? Continue reading